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Who: Masaomi (

generalflirt) and Shikamaru (

endgames)
What: A joint mission
When: Backdated to August 3-9
Where: Southern Farmlands - Fort Foster
Summary: Masaomi and Shikamaru finish up their third and final week of MSF Boot Camp together. While they're there they toast Specialist Davis' passing and try (and fail) to get in touch with a certain person.
Rating: One-star. I've seen better this summer. (but nah, probably PG-13)

The final week of MSF Training is far less forgiving than the first two. The drill sergeant and instructors expect nothing short of unquestioned compliance from any recruit that's made it this far. You jump when you're told; you drop and count off until the sergeant says you're done. A sassy remark isn't going to see you doing laps at this stage, but with a kick in the ass back to your enclosure.

The first few days are a warm-up in intense physical exercises, clocking their times and their limits. There's a brief reprieve when they're tested in hand-to-hand and self-defense, as well as the final qualifications to handle MSF weaponry. The last three days of training are spent in a dual teamwork and survival exam. They're flown out in helicopters, in eight teams of six, into a canyon somewhere along Tubutu River. Including the climb back out of the canyon, it's a 100 kilometer trek in the summer heat back to their destination at Fort Foster. They're given nothing but a map and the clothes on their back, and instructions to stay away from the main roads. No easy path here. Along the way supplies might be found, but they're mostly expected to fend and gather food and water for themselves, working together.

And it's a long way back. When they do make it, however, there's mercifully some downtime as final assessments are carried out. A night's rest too, before they're shipped back to their enclosures.

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[WORTH IT. As is the chance to shove his foot in Masaomi's face again. Enjoy that workout smell.]

Oh come on, that's gross! [ He tries to shove the foot back as Linda laughs. So much jerk involved here ]

[He puts no effort into resisting the shove, just angles his foot to swing over Linda's head instead of smacking into her on the way down to the bed.]

What's a little more male body odor, when you got a room full?

[He says "room" full but subtly, so Masaomi is the only one who can see, his finger is curled upwards to point at the gentleman in the bunk above him. Given his height, his frame is obviously not going to fit the frame of the bed well.]

My feet are probably the least of your problems.

Please don't remind me. [ Flatly. He's right - that guy is a giant and these beds clearly were not made for people that big. Still, that doesn't mean he wants a foot in his face ]

[He leans forward just enough so that he can give Linda a friendly scratch behind one ear. At least someone shared his humor. :T :T :T]

Wanna switch?

No, because if you're offering, there's got to be a trap involved there! In fact, I bet that yours has five feet!

[Shikamaru puts his hands up in defense, looking mock offended.]

Wow, if you're gonna be so lame maybe I should rescind my generous offer.

Good, you can put your offer on as a pair of socks!

[ To which Linda rolls her eyes and puts a paw and talk on respectively both boys. ... And then zaps them ]

[The jolt makes him jump, going from laying back all casual-relaxed to jerking upright fast enough to knock his head on the underside of a bunk for the second time in ten minutes.]

Ow! [He places a hand-over his twice-bruised noggin, hissing quietly through his teeth.] God dammit...

[He shoots a glare at Linda, like was that really necessary...]

[ You bet it was! There should be more attention on her, because! Well, she's been ignored all day! ]

No it's not!

[ Yes it is! Don't be a jerk pet her more! ]

Since when are you even that direct?!

Women... [Shikamaru sighs under his breath and reaches over to pick her up. He half expects a zap for his efforts, but whatever.]

Even when they're pokemon, they're troublesome. [He drops Linda off in Masaomi's lap, shooting her a less-than-impressed look but patting her gently a couple of times anyways.] If there's one thing I've learned when they're like this, you're best off not arguing and just doing as you're told.

[Cheeky rat. 8| He moves to lean back against the pillow once again, before he can suffer anymore bodily damage.]

[ Masaomi watches that and watches Linda glance back at home when she's picked up... but she doesn't refuse. When put back in his lap, Masaomi smiles and starts to pet her, first on the top of her head but then going to the cheek ports, where only he can do it, very lightly ]

Thank you, oh sage of knowing women.